I missed him terribly, and all the while I was there, I couldn’t stop thinking about Nana Mama too. She was the one who first took me to hear Hilton.

Chapter 88

AFTER THE EMOTIONAL stop at Kinkead’s I caught a cab over to Fifth Street, then went upstairs to work. As if things weren’t already interesting enough, we had a couple of unwanted visitors at the house that night. It was around eleven when Bree came up to my office in the attic to tell me the news.

“Alex, we’ve got company outside. Two guys in a Ford Explorer, parked across the street for the last hour. Cups on the dash, no coming and going. Just sitting there, watching the house. Maybe watching you up here.”

Bree has the best instincts I know, so I didn’t doubt that we had a new problem. I holstered my Glock and slid on a windbreaker over it.

Then I stopped in Damon’s room on my way downstairs for his old Louisville Slugger. A good piece of ash, not aluminum.

“Please don’t come out,” I asked Bree at the front door. “Call dispatch if there’s a problem.”

“If there’s a problem, I’m calling dispatch and I’m coming out,” she said. I took off out the front door and down the stoop. The Explorer was parked just past the house on the opposite side. The driver was getting out when I took my first swing and obliterated his left taillight.

“What the fuck are you doing?” he screamed at me. “Are you nuts, man?”

In the streetlight, I could see he was hefty but not fat, with a shaved head and a nose that had been broken a few times. I’d been thinking government, but now that I’d seen him, he looked more like a Yellow Pages PI.

“Why are you here watching my house?” I shouted at him. “Who are you?”

His partner got out on the other side, but they both kept their distance.

“Alex?” I heard Bree coming up behind me. “Are you all right?”

“I’m fine,” I shouted back. “Washington plates, DCY 182.”

“Got it,” she said.

The bald-headed guy flashed his palms for me. “Seriously, just take it down a notch, man. We know you’re a cop.”

“I’ll take it down when you tell me what you’re doing here where I live.”

“We’re not in for anything heavy, all right? I’m not even wearing a piece.” He opened his overshirt to show me. “Somebody hired us to keep an eye on you for a little while. That’s all this is.”

“On me?” I cocked the Slugger a little higher. “Or me and my family?”

“On you. On you.” I didn’t know if he was telling me the truth or just what I wanted to hear.

“Who are you working for?” I asked.

“We don’t know. Seriously. It’s a cash job. All I know is what you look like and where you’ve been today.”

That didn’t do much to calm me down. I stepped over and took out another taillight.